Monster Falls Wendy And Dipper

A story filled with secrets, envy, jealousy, betrayer and hatred. "Alexandra" a pretty young damsel whose heart is filled with anger, deceit and envy for her elder brother "Raphael" (an adopted child) who had been away from his family for long. He is finally back home and only huddle is "Alexandra" who tries to frustrate him with everything she got due to the fact she thinks he is snatching her parents love and affection from her.Alexandra who feels dejected and unwanted continues creating problem in Rapheal life. She tries to sabotage his relationship, just to get back at him, for being the golden child and taken her place.Meanwhile, Raphael who has no ill feelings towards Alexandra tries to get close to her and strengthen their relationship.Read as the hatred Alexandra has for Raphael turns into undying love.What will her parents do when they find out?What will Alexandra do when she finds out her family' biggest secret?What will she choose in the long run? Love or family?Kill the suspense by reading the thrilling story "Alexandra"DisclaimerThe picture above doesn't belong to me

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

Sebastian Pena hates me for a whole decade after his true love's death. I try to please him at every turn, but he merely scoffs. "If you really want to make me happy, you should go to hell." That hits hard. However, when a truck hurtles toward me, Sebastian throws himself at me. He saves me, but he dies in a pool of his blood. Before he breathes his last breath, he looks into my eyes and says, "If only… I'd never met you…" His mother is devastated at his funeral. "I should've given Sebastian and Gillian my blessings. I should never have forced him to marry you!" His father resents me. "Sebastian saved you three times—he was a good person. Why weren't you the one who died?" Everyone regrets having Sebastian marry me, myself included. I'm kicked out of the funeral. Three years later, someone invents a time machine, and I travel back in time. This time, I'm going to sever all ties with Sebastian. Everyone will get the happiness they deserve.

“The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll rip every last one of their bloody hearts out,” Cassius declared, his gray eyes burning with the possessiveness and fury of a thousand wolves. I gulped. *** To West Valley Crescent, he is known as Diablo - a man dreadfully feared for having the strength and powers of the devil himself. However, to his family, he was Cassius Ashford - the banished prince of Silver Dawn pack, hated for the alluring darkness that flowed through his veins. Venus Rynder’s biggest problem wasn’t the cursed prophecy she’d been fated to fulfil, it was rather getting through another day in the hell of a life she lived. However, when this small pack she-wolf catches the attention of two powerful Alphas, she’s thrown into a life of brutal fights, sweet lies and a burning desire between herself and the forbidden one. What happens when the one your body and heart aches for is the same person cursed to be your own demise? What happens when you’re caught falling for the wrong Alpha?

A clueless witch, two gorgeous Alphas and an ageless war brewing rapidly. As average as anyone can be, Phoebe is your normal human teenager. Or so she thought. One moment, she’s practicing for a game and the next, she experiences a shocking discovery. She is a witch, one with dark, immense powers. Bubbling with questions, Phoebe tries to come to terms with what she really is and if that is not enough headache already, two werewolf brothers arrive, upending her already crazy life. Sinfully charming and possessive as , Connor and Reed, claim she is their mate. And even as she tries to resist these gorgeous creatures with eyes like liquid burning silver, the lure to mate with these two irresistible Alphas tempts her. But too bad, in the witch world, a relationship with a witch and a werewolf is forbidden. Devastated, Phoebe is stuck between her lovers and her clan. Who is worth her loyalty? Alpha bad boys, Connor and Reed or the all powerful witches coven? It is up to her to choose and as they say, forbidden fruits taste the sweetest. A tale of romance, burning lust and the supernatural.

From the moment he had a sweet taste of Angel, the pure light to his unending darkness, he knew that he had to have her for himself. Rules be damned. *** Hell bowed to him and even devils cowered at his name. He was born in blood and crime, raised to lead Las Vegas' most ruthless mafia and with an iron-fist, he ruled. Yet, all it took to draw a consuming obsession from Christian De Novo was a delicious one night stand with a mysterious woman. Delicate and sweet, Angel Winchester was clueless to the world of crime and danger. However, all that is burned to ashes when a one night affair leads to a forced marriage between herself and a devilishly handsome monster.

On my son’s birthday, my husband had asked his first love to pick our son up from our home. While I stubbornly refused to let him go, a huge fire broke out in the hallway during our standoff. I was struck by falling debris, and blood started streaming from my head. However, my son was unharmed as he lay beneath me. My husband, who was a firefighter, came forward to rescue us. But he handed the only gas mask he had to his first love. “Miss Leia has a weaker constitution. Dad, please get her out first. Mom, wait for the other firefighters to save you!” I watched them leave with a faint, bitter smile. It appeared that they had both forgotten my severe asthma and the fact that I would die without a gas mask.

My husband’s first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. “Tammy is still a virgin. If she’s raped, she won’t be able to handle it.” “You’re different. You’re already married to me. Even if something happens to you, I won’t hold it against you.” He shoved me toward the kidnappers. He probably didn’t know I was three months pregnant, and he was about to become a father.

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.